Jonathan let out a soft groan, tilting his head back, opening his mouth in a silent sigh. A burning tongue entered luxuriously. It felt wonderful, though it was slightly rough in its search, and so unreal. He wished that it would last forever. But alas, this was not to be so. Two warm hands, moderately large, clenched his arms and shook him harshly. After a couple moments it became more cruel, causing his whole frame to buck back and forth. Shaking his head, he slowly opened his swollen eyes, feeling the sexual sensations ebbing away. Jonathan dropped the amulet quickly and rubbed his face, blinking constantly at tears that where beginning to sting his delicate eyes. Finally, after pulling back the urge to cry, he decided to investigate his surroundings. First, he followed the arms of the person who had willed him back to this horrible world. They where golden, 'Imotept's', his mind supplied. Glancing up, he saw that the mummy seemed to be preoccupied with looking at his nether regions. Raising an eyebrow daintily, he followed his scorching gaze and blushed like a tomato. Erection. Snapping his hands down to cover the protruding tent in his trousers, he coughed lightly in embarrassment, that couldn't have been Imotept kissing him, could it?

"New style of jeans," he murmured, pulling his legs together, knowing that that wouldn't cut it. However his eyes bugged in surprise as he looked across at Imotept, his pink lips opening in awe, the golden man was in the same position as him! So he did kiss him? No, he thought, glancing at his sister and her husband. Rick was not acting like he was going to puck (he was, after all, a homophobic). So then what could have induced those sensations? His gaze traveled across the sharp and bright Italian patterned carpet and to the soft, feminine, curves of the amulet. Reaching out, he pulled the ancient priest to his chest, making sure that neither of his family could see the two organs which where currently rubbing against each other. Letting out a grunt he let his head rest on Imotept's shoulder as he let his eyes wander, trying to seek out something that might save him from the situation. Perfect, absolutely nothing.

"Get off me mortal," a deep voice hissed warningly into his ear, shooting pleasure up his spine.

"Erm sorry old chap, that's a no-no at the moment," Jonathan's hips shifted ever so slightly. Imotept growled dangerously, masking the adrenaline that was kicking into his system, his hands grasping Jonathan's button-up, white, shirt, "kill me." Again, it sounded as though he wanted the death, only a bit more out of breath. Suddenly the world spun around him, his face shoved into the coarse carpet violently, slim fingers running forcefully up his abdomen beneath the thin fabric of his blouse, leaving a burning trail. A cat-like tongue licked the back of his neck, teeth nibbling on his plush skin. One hand was occupied with circling and pinching his pert nipple causing him to moan loudly, the other headed for a more private place. Grabbing the quickly moving hands he panted with exertion, it felt like heaven, but he couldn't do this in front of his family.

"No," the burly voice of the mummy whispered in his ear.

"Wha-," Jonathan gasped , unable to control the rest of his body, pleasure etched on his face, hips rubbing unconsciously against Imotept's front.

"This is not me," a small tone of denial crept into the supposedly factual comment, sweat dripped from the golden colored forehead and into Jonathan's hair, sliding down his skull and eventually his white chin. The teeth that had been on his neck only moments earlier where now working wonders on his ear, followed by a warm wet muscle that slid oh so pleasantly into where no other person had touched before. The sound of someone retching up pulled their attention to the left, where Rick was sullying the poor, abused, floor, and his sister was ogling them. Jonathan looked away. His gaze falling on the small trinket across from him.

"It's controlling you!" Jonathan breathed, pulling the shiny jewelry close to him. His hand closing around the cold metal, "For my wish?"

"Wish…" Imotept repeated, his exhale brushing against Jonathan's shoulder, hands now wandering again since they had been released.

"For someone to love me," Jonathan said thoughtfully, realizing that the small trinket had induced the earlier feelings of pleasure, and that since it had brought Imotept back to the world, the ancient priest was probably connected to it then. "Did you feel yourself kissing me earlier?" It was a blunt question but he needed to know.

"Yes" was the short answer he got before the world went white. Opening his legs as wide as possible he clutched desperately at the calloused hand that was now gripping his dick, his mouth gaping in surprise.

"Nngh, at least, aah! Take me t-to the be-heaaaaad!" the last word dragged out as Imotept slide his hand down his length, "Ah!" He felt his body lifting, felt himself turn and kiss Imotept, and toward his room. After reaching it he pushed Imotept inside and closed the door. His shirt was torn from his frame, splitting in two, while his pants and britches where quickly removed, surprisingly, he was the one who did that. Both of them stood apart for a few moments so that they could look at each other. Imotept's skin shone in the dim light, his muscles looking so flawless, his face handsome, and his erection extremely large. He felt as though he didn't deserve this man, he wasn't the best looking guy after-all.

"You're beautiful," Imotept said, gazing with absolute desire at him, like a lion ready to eat his prey.